do you wanna dance, do you wanna fight?

It was once more Halloween, and the island had finally calmed the fuck down again.

Well, mostly. The Jack O'Lanterns outside in the yard lighting the way to the house occasionally laughed in a PG-rated creepy fashion, and bat cut-outs flew around the ceiling above the partygoers' heads, and the black cats printed on the sides of balloons flicked their tails back and forth and sometimes hissed at people when they went by.

And because it was tradition, there was a bloody goblin in the fridge, complete with a name tag identifying it as April. Only this time, whenever you opened the door to get something, it'd tell you whatever you were grabbing was actually poison...ously delicious!

(Shut up, it was made of plastic, its punning game wasn't the greatest.)

There were also once more lots of snacks, lots of drinks, and way too many kinds of jello shots. But fewer renditions of Monster Mash on the Spotify playlist for this party, this year! So far, anyway. Mike had a sign up againwith instructions on how to find the playlist and add songs to it, so that may not last all through the evening.

[ooc: OCD up, have at! OPEN TO ALL! If you're an adult, you got an invitation! Students are welcome to try and sneak in should they so wish, but may be politely removed from the premises.]

It was Halloween, and after a long four-year break, it finally meant that there was a party at the mansion again. There were Jack O'Lanterns outside lighting the way to the house, and bat cut-outs and balloons in the shape of ghosts and skulls all around the house, and creepy looking candy on the snack table.

And a bloody goblin in the fridge. This time, it had a name tag identifying it as April, because Mike was a sentimental fool.

There were also way too many kind of jello shots. And too many versions of Monster Mash on the Spotify playlist for this party, but at least Mike had made a sign with instructions on how to find the playlist and add songs to it.

[ooc: OCD up! OPEN TO ALL! If you're an adult, you got an invitation! Happy Halloween and welcome to long overdue mansion party! ]

It was Friday evening and as had been promised by the posters earlier this week, that meant party time! The mansion was ready, and the mustaches were ready.

No really, there were theme-appropriate balloons.

All that was needed now were some people to have a good time.

[ooc: OCD up! Come party!]

Decorating the mansion had been an... interesting endevor. Which was a nice way of saying Mike's and April's ideas of appropriate Halloween decor hadn't exactly always meshed. Still, they'd found a workable kind of middle ground. There were plenty of Jack O'Lanterns outside (thanks, Derek and friends) lighting the way to the house in the candy rain, with some of their comrades also hanging out indoors because seriously, it was kind of an overabundance of pumpkins, but luckily Mike liked it that way. April, on the other hand, had insisted on getting creepy with things, which meant that in addition to the basic bat cutouts and glow-in-the-dark skulls and ghost balloons and stuff, there were life-sized skeletons hanging out in moddable inappropriate and unexpected places, like by the bathroom sink and under the snack table. And severed fake fingers between the couch cushions. And one of those plastic severed heads that didn't look all that convincing up-close, but would still scare the crap out of you when you first saw it staring at you through the window. Which it was doing.

There was also a bloody goblin in the fridge and yes, Mike had screamed like a girl upon finding this out. (Most of the girls on the island probably wouldn't have screamed at it, so it was more of a voice-pitch than a gender thing, really.) But at least the house hadn't been sprayed with anything to make it smell like blood. Nor were they going to try and convince partygoers they'd actually murdered someone. (April, you weirdo.) And there were plenty of normal-looking snacks and beverages next to the stuff like the super weird-looking candy with the sign that said EYEBALLS (REALLY) (and then NOT REAL EYEBALLS in Mike's handwriting), and the bowl of punch with an empty bottle of poison next to it.

The mansion was decorated and ready for a party.

[Ocd up! OPEN TO ALL! HAPPY HALLOWEEN, COME PARTY WITH US.]